The consequences of love

Went to see The Consequences of Love, a slightly arthouse Italian film in our slightly arthouse local cinoche. The film was great, except for the unexpectedly overblown ending. The film is beautifully constructed, both in terms of photography but also content – working up very gently through a crescendo, but without ever saying too much. The dark humour in it is very funny – there’s a particularly fine man-runs-into-lampost-while-ogling-girl moment.